I have noticed that as I walk and drive around there are shoes. Along the roadside, in parking lots, in all sorts of odds places. And these shoes are orphans, somehow forgotten or lost. Some look as if the owner has walked out of them and kept striding along, some obviously fell off car roofs and some kicked off by children and not noticed by the caregiver. It does make me wonder what the stories are behind these lost soles, what brought them to the lowly station they now reside in. There are stories in those shoes that we can’t know.